A Giant Buddha Statue

Crack!

Inside the mountain gate,

Zhou Song and the others let out startled screams, their eyes wide with disbelief at the scene before them.

What kind of spectral entity could ignore the attacks of their spirit ships—and even devour them?

In an instant, chaos erupted at the mountain gate.

Some screamed in terror.

Others panicked in fear.

The disciples of the Yunjie Sect, in particular, were utterly shattered when they saw their pride and glory effortlessly crushed.

"Y-you... just who are you?" Zhou Song stood on the deck, his face pale with dread.

"Who I am is none of your damn business," the Nightwind Centipede sneered. "But since you’ve blasted me so many times, don’t you think it’s my turn now?"

As soon as the words left its mouth, an overwhelming aura erupted from the Nightwind Centipede.

Its body suddenly expanded, towering into the sky like a colossal pillar, reaching the heavens.

The sheer pressure of this power instantly drenched Zhou Song and his men in cold sweat.

"Dao Realm! It’s at least a Dao Realm expert!" someone on the deck shrieked in panic.

Dao Realm.

No wonder...

Zhou Song staggered back.

If this was a Dao Realm powerhouse, then it made sense that their spirit ships were useless against it.

In that moment, all his fighting spirit drained away. He hurriedly cried out, "Elder! Elder! We were blind fools before! Please spare us! The Yunjie Sect will reward you handsomely for your mercy!"

"Spare you? Not a chance."

The Nightwind Centipede scoffed.

Seeing that the creature was utterly unmoved, Zhou Song’s expression darkened.

"Elder, you are a supreme expert. Bullying juniors like us... wouldn’t that tarnish your reputation if word got out?"

Zhou Song spoke carefully, trying to provoke its pride.

At this point, it was the only tactic left—some ancient monsters cared deeply about face, after all.

It was a desperate gamble.

But to his shock, the Nightwind Centipede actually paused.

Its oppressive aura suddenly receded.

"Huh. You’ve got a point," it mused, nodding seriously. "I am, after all, the big boss’s underling. Crushing trash like you would be beneath me."

With that, it turned its gaze back to Zhou Song.

"Fine. Since you made a good argument, I’ll give you a chance."

Zhou Song and his men brightened with hope—

Only for the next words to plunge them back into despair.

"It wouldn’t be fair to fight you at full strength. So, I’ll just use one hand."

Zhou Song’s face twitched.

True to its word, the Nightwind Centipede actually restrained itself—using only one hand.

Before Zhou Song could react, ninety-nine massive legs descended from the sky, smashing down onto their spirit ships.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The devastating force crushed the ships like brittle twigs. The once-feared vessels of the Yunjie Sect were reduced to splinters in an instant.

Inside, the disciples scrambled like ants on a hot pan, fleeing in all directions from the wreckage.

"Run! Run for your lives!"

"Help! Someone save me!"

Screams filled the air.

As for Elder Zhou Song? His legs kicked so fast they nearly sparked as he bolted through the sky.

A Dao Realm expert was truly terrifying.

Survival was the only priority now.

"Tch. Pathetic."

The Nightwind Centipede snorted in disdain before turning its gaze toward the Yunjie Sect’s mountain gate.

"Hey. You’ve been hiding and watching long enough, haven’t you?"

Its voice carried a sharp challenge as its eyes pierced through the void, locking onto Guan Ling and the others inside.

Guan Ling and his group trembled, their bodies shaking too violently to speak.

"W-what do we do?" one of the elders stammered.

"I... I don’t know!" Guan Ling floundered, utterly lost.

A random, overpowered centipede had just shown up out of nowhere—who knew how to handle this?

One wrong move, and their entire sect could be wiped out.

But then, to their surprise—

Su Yu’er, standing nearby, covered her lips and burst into laughter.